22. Aurora
Aurora
A s I hung up the phone with Aunt Amara, Isla stepped into the solarium, carrying a cup of tea, the aroma of chamomile and mint mixing with the scent of the harbor. Her smile was warm as she gestured to the seat across from me, the afternoon sun filtering through the windows.
“Do you mind if I join you?” she asked, her voice light but curious.
“Not at all,” I replied. She settled into the corner of the sofa, tucking her legs beneath her and placing the tea and a tablet and pen on the table.
“How are you enjoying your stay at Dún Na Farraige?” Isla asked, the vampire mate’s eyes gleaming with the sort of secret knowledge I still felt so far from uncovering.
“It’s incredible,” I said, marveling at the world I’d only just begun to understand. “I can’t believe a place like this actually exists.”
She chuckled. “I felt the same way the first time I came here. About a year ago, I stood on the beach below us and tried breaking in.”
“You tried breaking in?” I arched an eyebrow, intrigued, setting my phone on the cushion beside me.
Isla laughed again and toyed with the handle of her cup. “Didn’t go well,” she admitted with a wry smile. “I couldn’t even budge the door to the anteroom. Runa confronted me on the beach, and to this day, I’m still surprised she didn’t kill me on the spot.”
I leaned forward. “Who is Runa?”
Isla took a sip of her tea, contemplative. “Runa is the Dearg Dur.”
I nodded. “I keep forgetting she has a name.” I sipped my coffee.
“So you know she turned Kieran?”
I nodded again and sat back for Isla to continue.
“But there was something different about the family.”
“How do you mean?” I narrowed my eyes.
“Somehow, they are all able to walk in the sun, and their blood allows other vampires to walk in the sun.”
“Isn’t that part of being a dhampir?”
Isla shook her head. “Being able to walk in the sun, yes. But not their blood being able to ward off the effects for others.” She smiled. “I saw you eyeing the flask Declan was drinking from. It is filled with O’Cillian blood, allowing him to be out in the daylight.”
“Can I ask you a question about the flask?”
“Sure,” she answered, her voice rising at the end.
“May I draw a picture?” I pointed at her notebook and pen. She slid them toward me.
I flipped past pages of notes to a blank page as I struggled to recall the design from the flask. My ring burned, a searing pain that I ignored. I drew a long breath over my lips, remembering the tongues of fire that had granted the ring its power. Beads of sweat broke on my back as though I was sitting in the midst of them again.
“Aurora, it is almost over,” rang my mother’s voice as I sketched the Celtic heart with the antlers and seal head. Fuck. I clenched my jaw against the pain as I put the final touches on the image. I looked at it, for the first time clearly seeing what I hadn’t been able to before. There was a strange pull in my chest as a barrier around my mind snapped. The pain in my hand subsided like I had thrust it into a bucket of cold water. I knew the feeling of a spell being broken. But whose magic and why?
“What is this?” I turned the picture to Isla, my spine ice cold, a shiver going through me.
She furrowed her brows as though it was something everyone knew. “It’s the O’Cillian family crest. It’s on all the flasks with their blood and almost anything associated with them.”
I studied my drawing, nausea bubbling in my stomach. A flask had been on Cormac’s plane. But of course, we had been on our way to see Conall O’Cillian, so maybe it made sense.
Isla continued her story, oblivious that something profound had happened. I forced my pounding heart to calm. “The blood aside, Runa is bound to the O’Cillians through a fragile truce. I don’t know what she gets from it, but she has vowed to erase the O’Cillian name from history.”
“How?” My insides twisted. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. My thoughts swirled as I absorbed her words, hoping for something to guide me.
Isla took a deep breath. “Runa kills anyone who gets close to them.”
I leaned back, trying to piece together everything she said. “That’s certainly one way to deal with your enemies.”
“Except not all her victims were enemies,” Isla murmured, her gaze dropping to the floor. A shadow passed over her features as a cloud moved through the sunlight outside.
I recalled the story about the last person staying in Lyra’s room having been murdered. “Your friend stayed in our room.”
Isla nodded. “And me. It’s where we stayed when we first came here. Ash… she would have loved to see all of this, to be part of it. She always had a fascination with the paranormal.”
“I’m sure she is still here,” I offered, but Isla took a deep breath.
She bit the inside of her cheek. “Thank you. It is good to have someone else to share her story with. I’m sure Declan gets sick of hearing about her.”
I picked up my phone and twirled it in my hand. I allowed the stories to swirl in the back of my mind, but there was another conversation I wanted to have with Isla. “So, you and Declan, you’re mates?”
Isla’s expression softened, a sweet, distant smile curving her lips. “We are. Have been for about a year now.”
I took a deep breath. I barely knew this woman, but she was the only one with an answer. “What’s it like?” I asked, unable to mask the curiosity in my voice.
She took a sip of her tea before answering. “It’s… everything. He’s everything I need.”
I raised my brow teasingly. “Everything?”
A blush crept up her cheeks, and she nodded. “Everything.”
“Aren’t you worried about… getting pregnant?” I asked, shifting in my seat.
Isla shook her head gently. “No. I’ve known for years that I won’t be able to have children.”
“I’m sorry,” I blurted. “I shouldn’t have asked.”
She waved away my concern. “Don’t worry about it. I know you’re just curious, not trying to judge.”
We fell into a comfortable silence until another question formed, hesitating on my lips. “Is it frightening? Always having vampire blood in your system?”
“Not really,” she replied thoughtfully. “I’ve made peace with the fact that if something happens to me, I could be turned. But statistically, the chances of something like that happening are small. For the first few months, though, I was extra careful. I think Declan thought I’d wrapped myself in a cocoon.” She laughed, and I joined in, comforted by her indifference.
Setting her drink down, Isla studied me closely. “Is there a reason for all these questions?” Her eyebrow arched in curiosity.
Heat rose to my cheeks. “Maybe,” I muttered, the sensation of Mac’s lips on mine creeping into them again.
“Mac seems pretty smitten with you.” Isla’s eyes sparkled. “He and I haven’t known each other long, but he and Declan go back quite a way. About a century and a half, actually.”
“A century and a half?” I echoed in disbelief. I wasn’t sure I would ever wrap my head around Mac having lived so many lifetimes.
“Yep.” She sighed. “They both want to find the Cure so badly. I wish I had found any trace of Donovan O’Cillian. It’s like he vanished after leaving Kentucky.”
I smiled, thankful that she had so skillfully changed the topic. I traced around the edge of my phone, still in my hands. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say a witch was involved.”
Her eyes shifted, narrowing as she focused on my necklaces. “Mac mentioned you’re intended to be the next High Priestess of your coven. Does that have anything to do with the pendants you wear?”
I hesitated, her question throwing me off guard. “Yes,” I answered finally. “Two of them, at least. This one”—I pointed at the black obsidian—“is my pendulum. It helps guide me, answer questions, and leads me toward things.” I lifted the lynx pendant, feeling its weight dissipate from my chest. “And this one marks me as the High Priestess Heir.”
“May I see it closer?” Isla asked, leaning forward.
I set my phone on the table with a sigh. I rarely took off the pendant, and to just hand it over to someone else was quite the request. Genuine curiosity shone in her eyes as I unclasped the chain and handed it to her. She handled it as though it was a precious jewel, and I felt some of the tension fade from my shoulders. She studied it, tracing her finger along the delicate engravings.
“Did Mac show you the embossing on the outside of the lineage?” I asked, reasoning out loud about her interest in it.
“No.” She handed the pendant back, a curious look in her eyes, her words taking on absolute seriousness. “There’s something you need to see. Come with me.”
“Where are we going?” I asked, standing to follow her.
“Up to Kieran’s receiving room.”
My heart flickered with nerves. I hadn’t been in any of the family’s rooms, but I followed her assured footsteps.
As we passed the fireplaces into the great hall, she spoke, her voice no louder than before. “Any being that can hear me needs to meet me in the gallery.”
Her words sent a ripple of energy through the air, subtle but commanding. Within moments, three vampires appeared in the gallery, their postures expectant. The sudden convergence of power filled the room, heightening my senses.
I picked up my phone, dialing Lyra as I followed Isla up a set of stairs across the great hall from the ones that went to Conall’s and Mac’s rooms. “Hey, can you come down to the gallery?” I asked as soon as she picked up.
A drawn-out sigh echoed through the line. “Fine,” she grumbled. I could practically hear her eye roll, but the irritation slipped from my mind as I turned to Isla. There was something different about this moment, something important hanging just out of reach. Isla led me through a door on our right onto the gallery.
Lyra was the last to arrive, entering with an air of exasperation. Her mood, however, didn’t diminish Isla’s quiet intensity as she glanced at Declan.
Isla spoke with purpose, her words punctuating the growing tension. “I think I know what the next piece is.”
Mac knitted his brows in confusion. “How did you figure it out?”
Isla’s gaze flickered toward Declan, her expression unreadable. “It’s his fault—his and Elsie’s.”
Declan stiffened as all eyes fell on him. His voice softened. “What does my dead human fiancée have to do with this?”
Isla reached for his hand. Their bond radiated through the air around them, willing everyone to feel the soft intimacy of their gaze—their simple touch. I glanced at Mac and caught his eyes on me, causing my breath to catch, and I glanced away.
Isla’s words were firm as she spoke. “Remember that book we found—the one with Elsie’s picture with it?”
Declan nodded.
“Look at Rory’s pendant.”
“Oh my God. You don’t think?” He didn’t finish his sentence as Isla gave a small nod.
Without another word, we followed them back through the foyer. Mac sidled up next to me as we moved. “That’s Aine’s room,” he said, nodding to a doorway ahead of us as the group turned left. “When we go through this first door, it’ll lead to Aine and Kieran’s shared sitting room, and then Kieran’s personal space.”
I nodded. My heartbeat rose to have him standing next to me, feeling his body heat along my side. I couldn’t shake the flutter in my heart from when he looked at me a minute ago.
The first sitting room reflected serenity with its light green walls, airy furniture, and a window that offered a glimpse of the harbor off to the right. The shift in atmosphere was immediate as we walked through the door that led to Kieran’s sitting room. Blood-red walls cast an eerie glow, and the heavy, dark furniture made the windowless space feel cramped and oppressive despite its actual size. The scent of aged wood furniture hung heavy in the air, the room a small library, in places lined with books, their leather spines cracked with age. A chess set sat to the right and a large desk on the left. I shivered as I imagined the evils that could have stood between these walls.
Isla, unaffected, went directly to a desk, pulling open the bottom drawer to reveal a stack of old papers that she set on the desk. I glanced at the top, gasping as I recognized Declan and a woman posing on the porch of Mac’s home in Kentucky. I glanced sideways at him, but he was concentrating on Isla.
She picked up an old book bound in the same leather as the lineage. The familiar stamp of the lynx embossed on the cover caused a heaviness in my chest. Before I could reach for the book, Isla tried to open it, but the cover wouldn’t budge.
“I can’t open it.” Frustration crept into her voice. She handed it to Declan, who had no success either.
“The last person who could open it was Ash,” Isla whispered, her voice distant.
Lyra stepped forward, her fingers twitching with anticipation as she took the book. “It’s probably spelled.” She rolled her eyes. “Only someone from the coven can open it.” Her jaw clenched as her attempt failed.
“Lyra, please?” I spoke softly as I held my hand out. As it settled in my grasp, I could feel the energy of the old tome radiate up my arm, the words inside of it calling to me as it opened with ease.
Mac tilted his head, curiosity coloring his features. “What does that mean?”
I hesitated, feeling the weight of the book in my hands, my pendant warm against my skin. “It means…” I began, the realization dawning on me. “If your human friend could open it, it means no one with paranormal blood in their system can open this, including witches. Only the acting High Priestess or the High Priestess Heir of the Coven of the Blood.” A sudden chill crept over me as I flipped through the book, the pages rustling as they revealed long-forgotten secrets and spells.
“It’s a grimoire,” I whispered, my voice trembling with the enormity of it. The scent of the old paper, as though it carried the aroma of Oak Leaf Hallow itself, wafted over me. “The O’Cillian family… everything the coven ever needed to know. And here…” My trembling finger trailed over an ancient incantation near the end, the weight of our mission falling over me. “A spell to find the Cure.”
I touched the page, taking in the script, turning back a page and forward. I glanced at Mac. “This spell is different—like it was added after the fact… by someone else. I can’t read the language though.”
Mac’s brow furrowed, concern flashing in his eyes. “But at least it’s there,” he said, his voice steady despite the uncertainty hanging in the air. He held out his hand, taking a step closer to me. I held his gaze, seeing his desire to protect both me and the book.
Before I could respond, Lyra grabbed the grimoire from my hands, her expression darkening as she closed it and cradled it against her chest. “You might be the only one who can open it,” she said, ice dripping from her words. “But I’m taking it to our room. It shouldn’t be anywhere near these… monsters.”
I reached for the book, but Lyra took a step backward. From the corner of my eye, I saw Mac take a step forward. I gently placed a hand on his chest, feeling his tense muscles beneath his shirt. Lyra’s outburst was uncalled for, but at least the spell was in the hands of a sister witch. I would deal with her later.
“Let her go,” I whispered as she turned on her heel and marched from the room. “The only other person who can do anything with it is in Georgia.”
Mac’s eyes flashed in anger as he turned away, shaking his head. “It is everything we have been looking for.” His voice was measured but hostile.
I opened my mouth to speak, but Conall beat me to it. He put a hand on Mac’s arm. “Listen to me. Rory is right, but if you lose your temper, you jeopardize it all. I think perhaps you and Rory should go for a walk. Go show her the caves or something. Don’t let this ruin what you want.” I couldn’t quite decipher the look in Conall’s eye, a secret shared between them.
Mac closed his eyes, his friend’s words seeming to seep into his soul. I watched him intently as he glanced at me and then back at Conall. He drew in a breath and glanced at me again before shaking his head. What would Conall say that Mac didn’t want me to hear?
“Fine.” Mac turned to me. “Would you like to accompany me for a while?”
My skin tingled as I thought of walking with him, the anticipation of his lips finding mine coursing through me. I shoved the doubts from my mind, focusing on my aunt’s words to follow my heart, a place where my logic wasn’t allowed. I gazed at him intently. “I would love to.” I’d deal with Lyra when I returned and after I knew Mac was settled.
“Come,” he said, taking my hand. As we walked from the room, I could feel everyone’s eyes following us, but I ignored them. This was my moment, and it felt like I was in control of my fate for the first time as I twined my fingers with Mac’s.
He led me down the flight of stairs Isla and I had just climbed. We walked through the morning room with dark paneling, the leaded windows overlooking the harbor, an iron chandelier hanging from the ceiling. A comfortable conversation nook overlooked the water.
He led me down another set of stairs into the anteroom. Shelves lined the walls. He grabbed a blanket and smiled at me. “We may need this.”
He opened the door, and we exited the house at the top of a set of stairs that curved through the cliff-face down to the beach below us. The warm afternoon air wrapped around me as Mac guided me to the beach.
“This way,” he said, turning to the left. We wandered along the shoreline; the only sound I heard was the waves crashing with ease at our feet. The walk visibly relaxed Mac, and I felt my tension draining as well, allowing me to focus on the man at my side, as I felt his hand wrap around mine again.
“Is it always this quiet here?” I asked, glancing at the empty beach.
Mac nodded. “It’s open to the public, technically, but few people venture this far. Especially considering…”
I stopped walking, my eyes rising to his face so I could discern every detail of the truth in his answer. “Is it true the O’Cillians have an agreement with a vampire to kill anyone who gets too close to here?”
He shook his head. “You’ve been talking to Isla.”
I shrugged. “Maybe.”
His shoulders rose and fell as he took a breath. “The agreement is to keep the O’Cillians out of the history books. Compulsion would work just as well, but some of my kind enjoy the kill.”
“What about you?” We started walking again, the sand crunching beneath our feet.
He looked down at the ground. “I’ve killed, but I don’t enjoy it. I prefer to leave my prey living with fond memories.”
His hand gently squeezed mine, but I couldn’t help the chill that swept over me with his words. It wasn’t as though he had ever hidden what he was from me. My voice was tight. “Is that your plan with me?”
He looked into my eyes, capturing that part of me that knew what he was going to say was true. “Not until you ask it of me.”
My breath caught in my throat as his words seeped into my soul. Did he think I would ever ask him to feed from me?
“Here.” He gestured to an opening behind him where a small stream from the high tide wove through the stone into a shadowy crevice, the entrance obscured by a gentle curve of the terrain. “Or would you like to go back?”
I shook my head, words escaping me. He turned into the void and guided me over the uneven ground, never letting go of my hand.
Inside, the cave was even more breathtaking than I imagined. Light streamed through a small opening above us, casting a soft glow on the water. The cool, damp air wrapped around me, reminding me of the night we had been trapped in another cave like this, smoke filtering through the roof.
Mac spread the blanket on the ground so close to the water’s edge it was nearly touching, motioning for me to join him. As I sat, my heart raced—his warmth beside me. In the dim light, I could make out a smile on his lips, the same lips I wanted to feel on mine.
“This became one of my favorite places. Quiet, serene, away from the turmoil of my life,” he said. “There was a time I would steal out here nearly daily and swim.”
“Really?” I tilted my head, a playful smile on my lips.
In a flash, Mac was no longer beside me but standing chest-deep in the water, his clothing lying where he had been. “Join me?”
“But...”
He walked to me, his body rising out of the water, his muscular chest looking as though it was sculpted from marble. I watched as the waterline fell below his chiseled abdominals, a warmth filling my lower belly. He reached the side of the blanket, nothing more exposed from the water. I sat on my heels with my legs curled under me. He reached up to my neck and wrapped his hand around the back of it. His touch was warm, soothing, and wet. Without another word, he pulled my lips to his. They were cool and moist, the salt from the brackish water biting at my tongue, forcing me to realize Mac’s tongue was chasing my own in a dance.
He devoured my mouth, holding me to his lips with the hand on my neck while his other hand found my chest. My breathing deepened as I returned his kiss, the feeling that I could never get enough of him consuming me. His hand trailed between my breasts, my shirt feeling like an insurmountable wall between us. He caressed the front of my stomach before moving around to my back. His chest pressed against mine, and I felt the dampness from his wet skin seeping into the material between us. I backed away, lightheaded from a lack of breath, gasping for air, as Mac held my gaze, refusing to look away from me. Without a word, I pulled my shirt over my head, my breasts bouncing free. My pendants fell onto my skin, feeling like they were on fire.
Mac looked at my bare chest with a hunger and drew a deep breath before claiming my mouth again, this time his hand grasping and kneading my breast. His fingers found my nipple, rolling it into a hard nub. Ecstasy flooded through me, wetness pooling between my thighs. His hand trailed down my body again to my waistband, where he found the button of my black jeans and maneuvered it open. Without removing my lips from his, I rose to my knees above him. His hands joined mine as we pushed my jeans to the ground. I smiled into his kiss as I sat, the soft blanket caressing my naked ass, the contrasting cold air of the cave and the heat of my body heightening my senses. Mac’s claim on my lips renewed as I pulled off my shoes and socks and finished removing my clothing.
There were no words as he threaded one arm behind my shoulders and the other under my legs and lifted me to him. The shock of hitting the cold water went through my body, causing my nipples to harden but doing nothing to quench the fire between my legs. Mac set me down, and my feet found the bottom of the pool. His hands roamed my body, exploring every inch of my back and ass. He gripped the cheeks, giving them a gentle squeeze before running his palms across them.
My hands were on a similar path, caressing his chest and shoulders, running down his biceps to his elbows before I hit my skin and ran them across his perfect back. I pulled him closer to me, feeling his hard cock press up against my stomach. The caress made him smile into me and renewed the fervency of our kiss, his arms pulling me to him. He released his claim on my lips and kissed my jawline, down my neck to the collarbone, where he ran his tongue along the place where the two meet.
Excitement spread across my back as a moan escaped my lips. The thought of feeling his teeth sink into me flitted through my mind, the need to surrender to him raising the speed of my heart. He pulled the chains of my necklaces aside and sealed his lips over where my veins burned against my skin. He caressed them with his tongue, making my knees weak.
“Aurora.” His voice was a gruff whisper next to my ear. “I won’t feed until you ask.”
I nodded, my breath coming in quick gasps. I was in control of my blood, my ultimate gift to him when I felt the time was right. My heart pounded as his cock shifted against me. I strained to answer him. “Don’t stop kissing me.”
Mac pulled back and looked into my eyes. I knew there was a look of desire for him, a need for me to feel all of him. I wrapped my hand into his hair and pulled his mouth back to mine, feeling his tongue slide into me again. What I wouldn’t give to feel that elsewhere. As though he read my mind, Mac walked me toward the wall and lifted me from the water. Small streams fell from my skin as he set me on the blanket. A shiver ran through my body from the stark change in temperature and no longer having his body pressed close to mine. I opened my legs to allow him to lean on the wall of the pool as he continued kissing me. His thumbs ran over my nipples, stopping to massage them before he ran his hands to my legs.
He backed inches away from the wall as I felt him thread his hand between us. I gasped as he thrust two fingers into my wet center. He kissed me harder as he plunged his fingers in and out of me. The wave of sensations stole my breath, and I threw my head back with a groan. He seized my throat with his lips, his fingers never stopping. I raised my head, and he looked into my eyes with a hunger and desire I’d never witnessed from anyone before. My mouth fell open as I struggled to keep his gaze instead of closing my eyes in bliss. His hand moved, and I bit my lip, relishing the feeling, my chest tightening and pulsing almost in time with his moving hand.
He grazed my swollen clit with his thumb. “Aurora, come for me.” His voice was soft and demanding, and there was nothing I could do as I tumbled over the edge of oblivion. A small scream tore from my lips as my pussy contracted around the fingers inside me. No more had the first wave of the orgasm subsided than I felt the warmth of his tongue licking every bit of me around his fingers, which had never stopped. The sensation heightened the feelings coursing through me to another level. His mouth seized on my clit, licking and sucking my sensitive, swollen bit, throwing me further into rapture. The waves continued to wash over me, and as they subsided, Mac pulled his fingers from me. I watched as he brought them to his mouth and licked what remained of my orgasm from them before he placed a hand on either side of me and pulled himself from the pool.
I backed away from the edge to give him room to place a knee on either side of my legs. Water streamed from his swollen cock and balls, the length of the engorged member reaching toward me. I searched his eyes and was met with a fire I hadn’t seen in him before. He rose to his knees before me, never dropping my gaze. I looked up at him through the tops of my eyes. There was a slight smile on his lips. “Will you open your mouth for me, starlight?”
He didn’t need to ask me twice, but I wasn’t just going to open my mouth for him to fuck my face. I bent forward, keeping my gaze locked on his, and kissed the tip of his cock, running my tongue along it, tasting the bead of pre-cum mixed with water that had risen to the tip. I closed my eyes, savoring the taste of him before running my tongue in a circle around the head and taking him as far into my mouth as I could. I could hear him draw in his breath in a sharp inhale. He hit the back of my throat, and I wasn’t sure I could take anymore. “Relax.”
I heard his soft words and allowed my jaw and throat to open farther, taking the rest of him. I peered into his eyes, my mouth wrapped firmly around his cock as he pulled it out of my throat and guided it back in. My body shuddered at the feeling, his hand resting on the back of my head holding me in place.
I closed my eyes, ready for him to be in my throat again, but he pulled himself from my mouth. “I can’t,” he let out on a breath.
“You can’t?” I shook my head, a pang of uncertainty piercing my heart. Did he think we were making a mistake?
“Wrong words,” he said, shaking his head. “I don’t want to.” He pressed his lips to mine and guided me so my back was on the blanket. He lifted his lips from mine with a growl. “I want to fill your cunt and watch as my cum drips out of it.”
Never in my life had I been so happy I remained on the pill. I pulled his lips to mine, kissing him again as he kneeled over my legs. I pulled back as much as I could, my lips moving against his. “Then do it,” I said breathlessly.
His lips moved against mine again before he kissed down my neck to my chest. He caught my nipple between his front teeth, nibbling at one, then the other, as he nestled his legs between mine. Instead of leaning forward, he wrapped his arms under my legs and pulled my hips along his thighs, rising onto his shins and lining up his cock with my glistening entrance. He lifted me to his mouth and licked my soaking slit from bottom to top, circling my clit once more with his tongue before repositioning us.
I looked at him longingly as his cock stretched me more than I thought possible as he eased forward inside me. His hands on my hips guided me toward him, the angle pressing his cock toward my front, just barely grazing my clit as he pushed me away and pulled me back onto him. With each movement, my breasts bounced with the thrust and I heard the slight clink of my necklaces hitting each other.
Mac’s eyes never left mine as he fucked me, taking my body in a way that was meant for him. His cock held me in rapture, filling me more than I had ever been before, the tingling of another orgasm starting soon after he entered me. The soft blanket moved beneath my shoulders, my back along his muscular thighs, my ass crashing into his hips with each deep thrust. It would not take long for me to feel the throes of ecstasy again, and from the look in his eyes, Mac was bound to join me when I did. His movements were quick and hard, his moans escalating with mine. I felt his cock grow inside me, his orgasm close. “Now, Aurora. Again.”
Never had someone commanded an orgasm from me, and the excitement pushed me over the edge. As the waves pulsated through me, Mac ground his cock into my pussy, the warm streams of his seed filling me as I quivered around him. His breath came in brief gasps with mine as he leaned forward, palming my breast, sending another shock of waves through me as he claimed my lips.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close, never wanting to part from him. His cock felt as though it was made specifically for me. He straightened and pulled out of me. I whimpered at the sudden emptiness. He traced a finger along my pubic bone, his eyes on my entrance. He lifted his gaze to mine. “Looking at us mingled together is a glorious sight,” he said with a sly smile before running his finger over my entrance and through our mixed sex. He slid out from under me and into the water. “But weren’t we swimming?” he said with a glint of sarcasm in his eye.
I pushed myself forward and into the water with him, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him to my lips. I didn’t want the moment to end, to return to a world of Cures and vampires and witches. I wanted to stay here forever with him. I put my head to his chest and relished his protective embrace. “Whatever you say,” I whispered before pulling him to my lips again, his erotic commands running through my mind. Not once had my finger burned, telling me he was using compulsion. Each orgasm had to be real. As my tongue chased his, I couldn’t help but wonder if he had planned this when we left the house. I was completely alright with it if he had.